Tag: colour

Bring him down here
And throw him in the pond
Then leave him naked, wet, lost in the dark
Me hope flavor last looooong time
For a long while, nothing happened
I feel foolish
They haven’t noticed each other
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind
You’re a proactive personality
The truck’s taillights flashed
It was a lot like an earthquake
But the trick has its limits
It works best with simple objects
He’s no relation to me at all
I just see words
Never give the tattoo guy your grocery list
Perhaps we overplayed our cards
There was a curious light in the salon
Our lives were quiet there
But you don’t have houses
They were knocked down
We do not live in palaces
I used to find myself daydreaming
The reality was very different
It didn’t add up to much of a life
His math let him down again
I can haunt you as good as any ghost
A likeable but moody man
She had a bruise on her face
From here you can see everything
It’s not a song. It’s more like a story
Life forces enough final decisions on us
Life is a long way
The scientific life is fraught with peril
This princess of pure white
I wonder if the lion be to speak
When fishes flew and forests walked
And ears like errant wings
I said silent, silent rage
I’m too young to be tattooed
Now the hungry lion roars
I am that merry wanderer of the night
Blood hath been shed ere now
In my way I also am an artist
She walked out of the inn
He wasn’t me
I was getting butterflies by this time
I was hungry for something
When shall we three meet again?